My mother never had to be a DREAMer. She never had to justify her presence with a desperate plea to be seen as just a human being, trying to make a good life for herself. She never had to defend her place in the country where she grew up by casting blame on her parents.
Hey party people! I wrote a piece about moving abroad for Women Who Wander, and it is now live on Young and Undecided! It's my first time writing a piece for another site, so please let me know what you think of it. And if you've found my site from that piece, please check out …
Finding pieces of identity, scattered throughout the German capital like pieces of the old wall.
A fun yet exhausting, child-free weekend in Warsaw. Again, I travel somewhere only to forget to be a tourist.
Because it's Carnival season, I have a story about the time I went to New Orleans for Mardi Gras, and things didn't go exactly as planned. But not in the sexy, fun way.
The first month in a year of reading marginalized voices--my own sort of protest song.
A post-election weekend in Budapest helps me find hope in a world that seems hopeless.